The holidays have taken their toll both physically and emotionally. I live with one of the world's worse holiday haters. Depression set in early. How do I get myself out of bed for a run or even a few stretches when I went to bed crying and wake up after a fitful night of poor sleep?
I don't know. I just don't.
There's a program in Colorado called "Weigh and Win." I don't know whose brainchild this is. But they pay you for lost weight and for keeping it off. You register and the rest I'm sketchy on. There are kiosks around that you visit for official weigh ins. The closest one to me is at least 2 hours away, and seeing that I can't even get out of bed to do a sit-up, I just don't have the enthusiasm to join a program that pays - here's the good part - $15 for a 5% weight loss. (More money for more weight loss)
So, if I weigh 150 right now and lose my 20 pounds (yeah right), there's my 5%. For $15 big ones..no wait, that's $15 little ones. For big ones, I'd jump right in my car and do it. But for that? Hahaha.
It got me thinking how much money would inspire me to get moving? I don't have an answer yet.
Where's the spark that will move me? The New Year approaches. Life trudges on.
So, while I ponder all that, I'll have another cup of tea and see what mood the manic depressive is in.
Maybe just getting myself out the door to work is good enough for now. Just trying to stay afloat financially is my exercise for the day. I'll be grateful for my jobs and my beautiful house... well, it's the location more than the actual house. Still working on the beautiful house part. Which is why I have 2 jobs. An exercise in perseverance.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow, you're only a day away...
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